I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 57 Wisdom
The two of them chatted about the daily routine in the house, after all, they couldn't do without asking her if she couldn't live in the new yard, what was missing?
Lin Chuqian didn't have the nerve to expose it. No one knew what kind of courtyard she lived in before. There was nothing she was not used to. It was just a place to sleep when she was exhausted.

"Mother." Sheng'er's soft and waxy voice came in from the room, sounding very happy.

Lin Chuqian looked up, and saw Sheng'er walking towards the room with her small arms and legs, and there was a slim little girl beside her. .

The girl was wearing a light pink dress. Although she was not very old, her gestures were gentle, quiet and generous.

After recovering from this glance, the two walked up to her. Lin Chuqian sighed softly, only thinking that his daughter looked like a water spirit.

"Mother." He Mingqiu called out affectionately, then turned to Lin Chuqian and nodded politely. "Aunt Bai."

Lin Chuqian nodded with a smile, and had a good impression of her.

Sheng'er looked back and forth from the side, stepped forward and hugged Lin Chuqian's thigh, grinned crisply and said, "Mother, I just learned a poem with Sister Qiu in the room, and Sheng'er read it to mother. Listen to me?"

He Mingqiu blushed when he heard that, remembering that the poem was read to him on a whim, but he didn't want him to listen to it verbatim, and now he wants to show off.

Lin Chuqian nodded in feigned surprise. "OK."

"Lonely pity the grass and streams that grow continuously, and there are orioles singing deep in the trees; the spring tide brings rain and comes late, and the wild crossing is unmanned." Sheng'er read the whole poem slowly.

Lin Chuqian nodded with a cooperative smile, showing admiration. "Sheng'er read very well."

Sheng'er raised her head proudly, and said with a smile: "Sister Qiu also praised Sheng'er!"

Lin Chu smiled and glanced at He Mingqiu, who was very well-behaved, and asked, "Really? What did you praise you for?"

"Sister Qiu praised me for being very smart, and I remembered that poem after reading it once." Sheng'er's expression that almost begged for praise made her a little dumbfounded.

Lin Chuqian patted his hairy head, and said very politely: "Sheng'er has troubled Miss San."

"Aunt Bai is being polite." He Mingqiu's voice was clear and sweet, and his tone was very gentle. "Sheng'er is indeed smart."

Lin Chuqian raised her eyebrows slightly, and realized that He Mingqiu was not trying to make Sheng'er happy, but that she really thought he was smart, so she couldn't help but raise Sheng'er.

With a delicate and immature face and dark eyes full of innocence and ignorance, he looks just like the silly son of a landlord's family, yet he can still be called smart.

She frowned suspiciously. "Sheng'er really only listened to it once and remembered it?"

Sheng'er nodded like pounding garlic.

Feeling surprised, Lin Chuqian turned her head and smiled at Aunt Liu.

"Then I'll test you!" Lin Chuqian suddenly became excited.

Seeing this, Aunt Liu just thought it was funny, this mother was not only upset when she heard someone praise her son's intelligence, but also suspected it.

This is really dumbfounding.

Sheng'er blinked innocently and nodded.

Lin Chuqian coughed lightly, and searched for the few poems in her stomach. "Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks, with different distances and heights; I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I am in this mountain."

Considering that Sheng'er is only five years old, she didn't write any obscure poems.

She quietly looked down at Sheng'er, only to see him grinning confidently and saying: "This song is too simple."

Sheng'er stood up straight, doing good deeds. "Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks, with different distances and heights; I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I am in this mountain."

After hearing him finish reading word for word, Lin Chuqian couldn't help rubbing her forehead. She suddenly felt that the poem was too simple, and she probably could repeat it with a better memory.

She pouted, and recited another song unwillingly. "The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are here, and the spring vegetation is deep in the city; when I feel the season, the flowers splash tears, and the birds are frightened when I hate them. The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth ten thousand gold; the white hair scratches shorter, and the lust is overwhelming."

(End of this chapter)